Release that Witch Chapter 1246: Ship to the South

After the carriage left, Manfred found that, as the driver said, no one stayed and waited for him. Everyone walked away and the bustling crowd around them was all strange faces.

But he didn't feel too frustrated. He didn't do those things to gain gratitude, but because he thought it was right.

According to the information provided by the coachman, Manfred quickly found the registration office of Greycastle people. In fact, the area was not only full of banners, but also people were sipping everywhere. It is difficult to not pay attention.

Despite the large number of people, the order on the scene did not appear chaotic. An iron railing divided the crowd into folded strands. It seemed that the distance from the entrance to the registration desk was artificially extended a lot, but this also made people only Follow the "road" defined by the railings one by one.

When it was his turn, an Greycastle man dressed as a soldier welcomed him. These outsiders all wore the same uniform and were very recognizable.

"Name?"

"Manfred Carstein."

"Identity, any criminal experience, what are your specialties?"

The inquiry process of the other party is the same as what the driver said. Manfred one by one is true answer, and everything like family history has been passed. When the special section is preparing to talk in detail, the soldier only hears a "can read the meeting." I interrupted him after writing "Okay, go and board the ship on the No. 6 trestle. This is your registration number. Don't lose it. Next."

Before he returned, he was pushed out of the team and entered the dock area.

Uh ... Is this then it will be alright?

Is it really like the coachman said that literacy alone can relax in Greycastle? However, looking at the situation in front of the registration desk, it seems that I randomly pull in an Greycastle person, and they know how to read and write the text Ah?. Manfred noticed when they lined up. The group of recorders changed for several rounds, sometimes even temporarily looking for supervision order. The soldiers responded without any problems.

This situation puzzles him a bit.

And the sign that Greycastle gave him seems to conceal the mystery. It turned out to be an iron plate with a twine hanging on one end, which can be worn on the neck as a necklace. A series of symbols were engraved on the sign, probably related to his number when he registered. Such a small piece of metal can cost a few dollars to a blacksmith, but if it expands to the entire group of migrants, it will be completely different.

Carstein had a blacksmith's shop in the family territory before, and he naturally knew what it meant. An iron medal can be made from leftovers left by iron making, but not one hundred or one thousand; engraving the symbol for half a day is enough. It can be repeated one hundred or one thousand times, and the time will become quite long.

But there are more than a thousand people on dock?

If Deep Pond Bay is like this every day, tens of thousands are going down! And prepare a registration card for all migrants? The required materials and time were beyond his imagination. I am afraid that all the blacksmiths who gathered Wolf Heart could not do it.

This alone makes him feel the richness and luxury of Greycastle's.

This title should belong to Kingdom of Dawn.

With this emotion, Manfred boarded a three-masted sea ship.

I don't know if it is a special relationship. He was assigned to a cabin where ten people live together, which is much better than the situation expected to sleep in the warehouse. But even so, the strong smell of the smell in the cabin still made him unbearable, and even if the family fell into disappointment, they could at least guarantee a comfortable bedroom.

So he only escaped after a while. Just before going to the deck for ventilation, Manfred suddenly heard a slight call for help.

It seems to be coming from the end of the aisle.

At this time, there were not many people boarding the ship, and the sailors were busy on the upper floor. The cabin on the whole floor seemed a little empty.

Manfred walks towards the sound source without hesitation.

At the end is a solid utility room, except for the crew, I'm afraid few people will come to this place. He pressed his ears lightly to the door, and sure enough he heard some strange sounds, as if someone was struggling.

He stepped back decisively two steps, slamming his shoulders, and knocking open the door.

The scene in front of me makes Manfred a little stunned.

The man standing in the utility room is actually an acquaintance on the carriage. The man who walked all the way and laughed at his stupid middle-aged noble. His two followers were pressing two women to the ground, trying to tie their hands and feet with a rope. The woman's mouth was plugged with a ball of sackcloth, and she could only utter a groaning murmur, apparently they were brought here forcibly.

"Isn't Oh? a fool who claims to be just?" noble said without panic, "If I'm not mistaken, you should also be a noble? My name is Miles Ginley, how about you?"

"Manfred Carstein." This is the third time Manfred has reported its name in a day. Moreover, he noticed that the moment the woman's identity was revealed, the woman's eyes of hope had just extinguished again, and the extent of the struggle was much smaller.

"Carstein? I haven't heard of it." The other person shrugged. "But you are lucky. Since you have encountered it, it will make you play well. But you have to be behind me."

"Let them go." Manfred whispered.

"Hah?" Miles Ginley narrowed his eyes. "Where did you go wrong? Do you know who they are? Slave! And I don't know how many people have been played. I started to think I looked Wrong, I did not expect to encounter these two little things on the boat. As far as I know, their owner impossible let them go, so the conclusion is very simple, they escaped without permission. Even so, you still need to protect Are they? "

Even among slaves, fugitive slaves are one of the lowest, almost the same as livestock. No matter what noble does to them, they will not be blamed.

But as he said before.

"Everyone does this, it doesn't mean this is correct."

"The ship's destination is Greycastle, right?"

"... what do you want to say?" Miles Ginley said shamefully.

"You must have heard the Greycastle's propaganda. The Wimbledon royal family has abolished the slavery system, so from the moment they boarded this ship, they are no longer slaves." Manfred did not budge. "And don't forget, there will be another round of review after disembarking, which includes criminal experience. If I say it, do you think that Greycastle people will not have happened?"

"What if I have to continue?" the other asked, gritting his teeth word by word.

"Then I won first, then." Manfred rolled up his sleeves, "I'm an Knight"

Without the voice, Miles Ginley's men have already rushed up.

...

The battle soon won.

Obviously the guards of the opponent have also practiced. In the small utility room, Manfred failed to support ten moves, and lost the power to fight back. When his nose and face were swollen and swollen, Miles Ginley did not forget to come up and fill his feet.

"I still want to be handsome in this way? I thought your skill was as good as your mouth." Middle-aged noble took a sigh of fierceness, "Damn, I ruined Lao Tzu's interest. Since you like to protect With these two cheaps, I'll let you be good. But don't forget, slaves are slaves, no matter where they go! It's so stupid to meet such a fool, let's go! "

The door was closed and there were only three people left in the crowded utility room.